Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Ronnie Foster,
EPMD,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
R.M.O.,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Excepter,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Knickerbockers,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Unwound,
Scott Walker,
Vainqueur,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
New Age Steppers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MDC,
Ten City,
Yusef Lateef,
The Leaves,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Rapeman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
The Fall,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.